Thou unwelcome visitor
your presence is unrelentingly afflicting
The roads are empty,
Families are together
sweeping the cupboards
The kitchens are empty
We unite compulsorily,
In your name we make chorus
Rhymes have become our meals
When will you go to the desert center?
For your presence is inimical
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